Love Song

If I had a dollar for every disease

That you caught since me and you broke up

By disease, I mean STD

You fuckin' slut, I'd be richer than fuck

Bitch, I hate you, I hope a midget rapes you

Your only claim to fame was telling people that I laid you

Yeah, I used to date you, you used to be pretty

But now your face looks like its been hit by an H2 Hummer

Triflin' motherfuckin' bitch

Wanted me to leave the mic

Told that ho to pack her shit

Bitch, you gotta leave tonight

I hope she's out there suckin' dick

Learnin' how to blow it right

Not to mention that her tits remind me of mosquito bites

Search me on iTunes, bitch, I'm ballin'

And yes, I change my number every time you start callin'

Don't bother me, bitch, we're through

I wrote this to let you know I'm thinkin' 'bout you (Yeah!)

I got a picture of you holding a picture of me

You remember how close we used to be

When I was all about you and you were all about me

Once upon a time, we used to be free

But now you're just a no good, trifling, two-face slut

That you couldn't pay me one million cash to fuck

You're a no good, trifling, two-face slut

That you couldn't pay me one million cash to fuck, bitch

When I think about you, I cringe

I know it didn't work between us, amen

I will not be your friend, so don't call me anymore

'Cause I don't wanna talk to a gap twat whore

Your sex skills are poor, I wish I never knew ya

Your ragged hole pussy smells like a barracuda

You used to call me arrogant just to make me mad

When you know I ain't the type of guy to brag

But hey bitch, I got a Lincoln, a Charger, a quarter million dollar

A crib with a fridge that I only use for water

I'm in restaurants three times a day

First class when I fly away

I ain't tryna brag, bitch, I'm just tryna say

I got big rims, a big chain

Two dogs and two maids

I'm too paid, you're too lame

And too loose, so today

I wrote a song to say

To tell you it be 2K

Just see me or book me

You mad, bitch? Well, touché (Yeah!)

I got a picture of you holding a picture of me

You remember how close we used to be

When I was all about you and you were all about me

Once upon a time, we used to be free

But now you're just a no good, trifling, two-face slut

That you couldn't pay me one million cash to fuck

You're a no good, trifling, two-face slut

That you couldn't pay me one million cash to fuck, bitch

You used to be beautiful, a baby doll

Slim waist, bubble butt, girl, you had it all

You used to cheer during football and basketball

Now you're poppin' pills, addicted to Noasatal

Get it? No-Ass-At-All, Ms. Flat booty

I rather fuck a cross-eyed sprung fat groupie

Do me a favor, quit telling people you knew me

'Fore I tell your faggot boyfriend that you're still trying to screw me

I'm moving on up while you're throat's gettin' fucked

By any guy claimin' that he makes big bucks

You're a slut bug, a whore, a skeezer, a bitch

A cunt, a wench, a trick, a witch

A bopper, a tramp, a hefer, a skank

A harlot, a hooker, your pussy is rank

Concubine, lose it, Jezebel ho

You crossed my mind, so I thought I'd say hello

Bitch